Sailor Moo
Copyright© 2025 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 10
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Halloween Night - Katie's Grandma sends a skimpy anime Sailor Moon knock off costume with a Cow theme for her to wear. Her mom insists she put it on and go trick or treating with the full ensemble! Embarassed Nude Female Story/CMNF Set in the Girl's Don't Need Modesty Universe I love creating the images for the story, almost as I do writing this one.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent BDSM DomSub Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Food Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Public Sex ENF Halloween Illustrated
“Dad, get out of the road!” I shouted an alarm and waved my arms, even though I was completely naked. I wasn’t going to let that stop me from warning my father!
I was terrified he’d get killed on Halloween night! My father was strict, but I never doubted he loved me, and that’s why he cared enough to discipline me!
My father put his hand out to signal that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Katie, go inside unless you want this bat up your asshole.”
The car sped toward him, and my father waited for him to run into him.
Dave was trying to scare my father, but at the last minute he swerved and brought the car to a screeching halt. I assumed he didn’t want to actually murder my father. He didn’t scare my dad.
“You old, dumb motherfucker,” Dave got out of the car. “I am going to enjoy this. You want to come at me with a bat? You got lucky, and sucker punched me. Then you sprayed me with your little spray. Well guess what, motherfucker, I am still here...”
That’s when my dad leapt across the street faster than I’ve ever seen him move, gave Dave a devastating punch to the face, and then brutally took Dave’s knee out with one killer strike.
“You motherfucker!!” Dave shouted as he grabbed his knee and writhed on the ground. The second bully waited by the car. He was too cowardly to approach.
“There goes your football career,” Dad said as he hit him again with the bat to make sure that the knee was really busted.
“AHH!!! I’LL SUE!” Dave cried out an obvious empty threat in agony.
“Oh, no? Tragic! You’d litigate? That’s certainly what you’d expect a pussy to do when he is beaten and can’t stand up for himself, isn’t it, Dave? Sue me? You have me quaking in my boots! All that litigation? Paperwork? We don’t want that,” Dad said in his calm voice. The one that scared the shit out of me. He swung a third time and this time he hit him higher.
“Fuck you, man!! I am already down,” Dave screamed.
“Yes,” Dad agreed calmly and struck him in the ribs with all of his might, eliciting another scream of pain. “That makes this much easier, doesn’t it?”
“Uncle Mike, leave him alone! You beat his ass, okay!” Tiffy hopped out of the car and begged my dad to stop.
“Go to the tree and put that soap up your asshole, Tiffy!”
“Big man! Picking on a girl,” Dave spat at my father.
“Go,” Dad didn’t have to tell Tiffy again. She dashed over to the tree where I was, but she didn’t grab the soap.
“Yeah, you pick on my son and nephew. I just discipline my girls, but I don’t rough them up,” he said in a placid, lightly amused voice as he swung the bat and made Dave cower.
“I won’t pick on your brats, okay? I’ll leave them alone!!” Dave promised.
“Yes,” Dad agreed. Then he swung the bat down on the hand Dave was using to hold himself up on the asphalt.
“You broke my hand, cocksucker!!”
“Yes,” Dad agreed. He swung his bat one more time, this time bringing it down on Dave’s crotch as hard as he could. I could feel Dave’s agony as he screamed in pain.
“Someone call the cops! This motherfucker is killing me.”
“No,” Dad said. “No one is coming for you, and no, you aren’t going to die. Then you wouldn’t learn any lessons, and tonight is Halloween, Son. It’s time for you to learn that there is a price to pay when you fuck with the wrong people. You will pay that price, and then you will think twice before you fuck with my people. How does that sound?”
“What the fuck, dude?”
Dad grabbed him and Dave tried in vain to fight back. He swung on my father from the ground despite being bruised and bleeding. My father broke his arm and then said “I’ll break the other one if you try that again. You should be able to limp. If you can’t walk, I’ll drag you. Stand up.”
Dave struggled and nearly fell over. He hated looking weak. He looked so pissed off and completely mortified. “Are you mad that I fucked your daughter? Everybody fucks that ho.”
“Dave, do I look mad to you?” My father seemed so reasonable and calm despite all the violence and that made him seem even more intimidating. “I am not mad. You haven’t seen me mad, Dave. Would you like to see me mad?”
“No,” Dave seemed bewildered.
“Good, now stand up, and walk with me.”
“No,” Dave insisted, but all it took was one stern look from my father and Dave stumbled to his feet and limped. “I need an ambulance.”
“You might need a hearse, but the night is young, Dave. We’ve got a lot of time until you get that ambulance. If you do what I say, then you won’t get hurt. Now follow me!”
“Fuck you, Man! I am not going anywhere with you; I am already hurt!”
Dad brought him to his knees again with a hit to the back and told him flatly “That’s because you did not do what I say. Now, let’s continue. I can carry you, but I don’t want blood all over this new Polo shirt. I haven’t broken your legs yet, and I am patient but if you don’t get up and walk without complaining then I am probably going to have to do that. Do you want that, Dave?”
“No?”
“Great, let’s you and I have a little chat. It’s Halloween night, and you didn’t wear a suitable costume, but now you are battered football player! Great costume! It looks very authentic, Dave!”
“You are sick, Dude!”
It was obvious that Dave was scared of my father, and his defiance was just bluster. He wasn’t able to get under my father’s skin. I was loving every minute of Dave’s comeuppance. It was about time he got a taste of his own medicine. My father was dismantling him physically and mentally.
“Yes,” Dad agreed calmly. “Wait until you meet Tiffy’s Dad. If you think I am sick, you’ll really enjoy how he delivers pain. Maybe after we get done here, I’ll drop you off there, and then his son, Messy Thornton can do some science experiments on you. That’s what you called my nephew wasn’t it? Messy? That was the best you could do, bless your dim little heart. Would you like that, Dave? Would you like to meet Tiffy’s Dad and tell him what you called his son and brag about fucking his daughter?”
“No! I am sorry, Dude!”
“That’s something I do not believe, Dave. You aren’t apologizing. You’d rain down your shit on my kids if you thought you could keep getting away with it. You don’t feel bad about what you did. You feel bad that you got your ass kicked and you’d say and do anything to keep me from putting my foot up your ass, wouldn’t you?”
“No!” Dave was clearly caught in a lie, and he knew it.
“You can’t do this. My car is gone and it’s all fucked up. What about my car!” Dave sputtered and staggered. He looked over his shoulder and saw that it was gone.
“I can do this, Dave and I did do this, Dave. You must have really hurt your head if you don’t understand that I can keep doing this over and over and I won’t even break a sweat,” my father playfully slapped his face lightly to tease him. Then he looked over his shoulder casually for Dave’s car and noticed that it was gone.
“Where is my car?” Dave yelled accusingly – like my father had time to make that vanish while he was kicking Dave’s ass all over our front lawn.
“I think your friends left you, Dave. You think you could give me their address? I’d like to have a little chat with them about how they choose their friends.”
“If you come around our house.” Dave started to say until my father punched him in the mouth. That shut him up.
“If I come around your house, you’ll be thankful if I knock on the door and talk to your parents. If I decide NOT to knock and talk to you in person, it’s not going to go as well for you as it did tonight,” my father assured him calmly.
“I’ll...” Dave was cut off mid threat by my father’s open hand slapping him hard across the face.
“You will what, you little bitch? Don’t make promises to me that you can’t keep. Go on and tell me what you are going to do?” Dad asked him to explain what he thought he’d do if he came over to their house. “Croak? Shit your pants? Break some more bones? What is it you think you are going to do, Dave? Certainly not bully anyone ever again. That’s done, Dave. Play football? You’ll be lucky to walk normally again in a few months. You aren’t going to do shit and if you run your mouth, I’ll show you how that is going to go for you. Do you want my advice?”
“No! You are a real big man punching me while I am down,” Dave spat out blood as he rubbed his wounds.
“I am sorry,” Dad apologized as if he was remorseful. “I may not have heard you correctly because it looks like you lost a tooth, and you are mumbling. Are you telling me that you are mad that I am a bully, and I picked on someone who is no shape to defend themselves from me?”
I am not the brightest bulb on the shelf, and even I picked up on my father’s point that he was just doing what Dave did to people much smaller than him...
“I.” Dave was about to defiantly open his mouth again and this time all my father had to do was make a fist to shut Dave back up.
“We’re going to go inside and play some Halloween games while my son and daughter go trick or treating with their cousins. You, and I are going to get to know each other really well.”
“What are you going to do, you sadistic asshole?” Dave’s voice trembled, despite his attempt to sound tough.
“That would ruin the surprise. I have all sorts of fun things planned for you, Dave. Whenever you are feeling froggy and want to bully someone, I want you to come here and knock on my door and bully me. If you can finally beat me, wait until you meet Tiffy’s Father. You wouldn’t like him. He’s not as forgiving as me.”
Dave had nothing to say, he was defeated.
“Dave, I miss our little back and forth. Don’t be such a pussy and give up so easy. Threaten me, or my family.! Tell me you will sue me for ... let me see if I remember ... rolling up on my lawn and attacking me? See that camera on the side of my house? Yeah, it caught you, and it caught those girls that you sent here. It caught you dropping them off right before they launched their attack on my porch. It caught you helping them set up their fireworks.”
“I am sorry, okay? What do you want me to say?” Dave could only whine like a baby.
“Oh, Dave, Dave, Dave, You cute little frog baby! You look like a frog baby, you know that? You got a fat little head,” he squeezed the football player’s head and cheeks. “You are so amusing! I am going to teach you a five part apology tonight, that I taught my daughter. You won’t leave here until you learn it and do it properly to all of us.”
“Fuck you, you can’t make me,” Dave insisted but flinched when my father slapped his face.
“You are correct! The first thing you’ve said that is right. I am not going to make you apologize. I am going to give you some choices to make, and you are going to want to do it. We haven’t even started that process, yet. Trust me, Dave. Do you trust me?” He started to choke him with one hand around his throat, careful not to crush Dave’s voice box.
“Ahhh ... yes, yes, I trust you,” Dave croaked. His voice was scratchy because he screamed so loud that he hurt his vocal cords.
“You sound like you sucked so many cocks that you hurt your vocal cords, Dave! Have you ever sucked so many dicks that you could barely speak the next day?” My dad continued holding his throat with just one hand, forcing Dave to look right at him.
“No!” Dave spat defiantly at him.
“Well, this will be a first for you then, Dave!” My father implied he was going to make him suck off that many cocks. I laughed, but I hate to admit that I got a little juicy wondering if that could really happen.
My brothers laughed at him too.
“What are you two pussies laughing at! You didn’t do this. Your daddy had to kick my ass,” Dave warned them.
My father shook him and slapped his face while squeezing Dave’s throat. “Dave, pay attention. You apparently don’t understand this could be your last Halloween on earth, and that I have shovel and a lot of places to put the various parts of you I find objectionable. You may want to be polite to these boys since they are going to be supervising you at school.”
“Fuck they are!” Dave insisted, but my father squeezed him so hard that he screamed in agony.
“I am trying to teach my son and nephew how to be leaders and supervise their sisters. You are a twat waffle. You’ve always been a twat waffle! If you weren’t an overgrown, insecure man baby you would not need to pick on smart guys that are easy targets.”
“Fuck you! Just like you are TRYING to teach me a lesson,” Dave struggled to breathe and continue insulting my father. “I was trying to teach them to stand up for themselves. They let me walk all over them.”
“First, I don’t try anything. I just do it,” my dad kicked him in the shin, and applied a pressure point to Dave’s busted hand to cause him a great deal of pain. “Secondly, I am not going to teach you. You are too dumb to be taught. I am going to train you, and by morning, if you are ready to apologize you can go home. If you aren’t, you’ll still be leaving my house, but in different boxes. Is that understood?”
“Ugh ... whatever,” Dave floundered, clearly frightened, but still defiant.
“Good, first lesson,” Dad slapped him and told him his name was Frog Baby and asked him his name. He slapped him three times until Dave begrudgingly said Frog Baby.
“Good, now what sound does a Frog Baby make when you call their name?” Dad didn’t have to slap him, but it took him two times of asking the question to get Dave to make a proper ribbit sound.
“When my boys call you Frog Baby at school, how do you respond?”
“I can’t do that at school!!”
“You have so little confidence in yourself, Dave. I can’t, I can’t. That’s how you sound? That’s what Frog Babies say. I am going to teach you to be like me, Dave. You aren’t going to try to do something I tell you. You are going to just DO it. Does that sound good?”
“Yes...” Dave agreed as he gritted his teeth, but my father slapped him and told him to respond by ribbiting like a frog.
“Now, Dave. The guys are going to report back on your behavior at school. If you bully anyone. If you even talk to Tiffy or Katie, if you so much as fart loudly, I will know about it. I know where you live, Dave. I have your driver’s license. I will pay you a visit. Would you like to spend more time with me?”
“Ribbit!” Dave was mortified; he looked shaken. It was hilarious watching this happen to a guy – I can see now why my brothers like it when it happens to me.
I kind of don’t blame them for laughing. Even with soap taste in my mouth after all I’d been through that night, I was laughing and so was everyone else.
After the beating that Dave had just taken, the levity and casual way my father dismantled his ego was sweet like a chocolate dessert with whip cream after a bloody steak dinner.
“Good, I think we have an understanding. Now, Froggy baby, I want you to tell me what you do to my boys. What kinds of things do you do?”
Dave admitted reluctantly that he slapped them, put their heads in the toilet, put duct tape on their butt cheeks and pulled the hairs off, kicked them, gave them wet willies by sucking his finger and pushing it in their ear, spit in their mouths and on them, stuff that seemed to amuse my father.